Page 13 of Save a Horse

“Why are my hands together? I’ve never been tied up before, but I’ve always pictured my arms and legs bound to the bedposts.”

Jasper lets out a hearty laugh. “Well, sweetheart, this way I can flip you over and fuck you from behind, without having to untie you.”

“Oh,” I breathe.

“Yeah.Oh.” He fastens my wrists to the middle of the bedframe. “Give them a tug.” I do and wince. “Too tight?” Without a reply, he loosens them enough so when I tug a second time it doesn’t hurt. His voice is strangled as he sighs, “Fuck, you’re stunning like this.”

“Are you planning on breaking a wild stallion, or whatever you ranch people say?” Goading him is risky, but I intend to reap the reward of an unleashed Jasper.

“Ranch people? Christ, Amy, what next? You want me to say ‘yeehaw’ when I come?”

I keep a straight face for all of three seconds, then burst into laughter. Even Jasper can’t contain his smile. I’m lost in his eyes, desperate to know what he’s really thinking behind the humour.

“I’m assuming Mitch asked you for a safe word?” I stifle my giggles, replying with a nod. “Let me guess… Candy cane?”

“Worse.” I bite my lip. “Snowball.”

“For fuck’s sake, seriously?” Jasper rubs his hand down his face, but his annoyance is short-lived as he climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs. “Mitch was probably pissed, wasn’t he?” When I don’t reply, he growls, “Wider, baby. I’m sure he stretched you out, but you have no idea what you’re in for.”

I do my best to remain calm, but between the restraints, and Mitch not being here, I can’t help the worry in my voice. “Aren’t you going to, I don’t know, rev up the engine before taking it for a drive?”

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” His thick length glides across my clit, forcing a moan from me. “You want a man who will treat you like a porcelain doll?”

“No,” I whimper. “I’m just?—”

Jasper pierces me with his cock in a single thrust, and I scream out. He settles himself inside me, and asks, “You’re just what?”

There are no words. It’s pure bliss.

Despite his threats, he rocks in and out of me slowly, allowing me to adjust to him like Mitch did. His eyes never leave mine as he thrusts harder, faster, until it’s almost toomuch. My reprieve is cut short as he forces my legs wider and fucks me deeper. With Jasper, I don’t need declarations or compliments. I don't need praise; I see all of it in his worshipping eyes.

He’s mine right now, and I’m his.

I wish I could say I’m close, but I’m nowhere near the finish line. Jasper catches on and reaches between us, circling my clit with his thumb. My head falls back in pleasure, but quickly snaps back as he grunts, “Eyes on me, sweetheart. You don’t get to pretend it’s Mitch and his overly-pierced cock doing this to you. When you come, it’smy nameyou scream. Understood?” I reply with a curt nod, but he snaps, “Say it.”

“Yes, understood,” I pant.

“We both know you’re a greedy little slut for me. So fucking pretty taking my cock like this.” He thrusts hard, and I cry out. “You want both of us? Show me you’re mine and maybe I’ll share.”

I’ve underestimated Jasper; he’s just as possessive as Mitch, if not more so. The room is cold, making my nipples peak. As sexy as all of this is, I’m fucking freezing. I find my voice. “If you don’t drape a blanket over us, I’m going to die of hypothermia, and then neither of us will come.”

Jasper pulls out in one swift motion, leaving an emptiness I’ve never truly felt before. Lowering his lips to my nipples, he swirls his tongue around each one and nips at the second. “You’re cold, sweetheart? I’m glad I didn’t bend you over in the Christmas tree lot.” He moves lower, pressing soft kisses until his face is between my legs. “You don’t get to cover up until you come for me. I don’t give a fuck howhard your nipples are. You’re mine to play with, sweetheart. All of you.”

My back arches as his tongue drives inside my pussy. Nothing could have prepared me for him curling and dragging it out slowly to circle my clit. My whole body is lit up at his touch. The only words that pass my lips are expletives as he continues the torture; licking, sucking, and bringing me closer to my release.

Who needs a blanket when I have this?

Instinctively I roll my hips, seeking more, and he grabs my ass, face-fucking my pussy harder. I’m desperate for him to play with my breasts, and I swear he’s a mind reader as he reaches to pinch my nipple. The sensation is too much, and I scream his name as I come. It isn’t cute, soaking his chin and the bed beneath us. Struggling to catch my breath, I pointlessly tug on the restraints. “That’s right, sweetheart. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”

There’s no teasing, no smirk, no rest…

Jasper trails kisses up my body before pulling a sore nipple into his mouth, and he groans, “My turn, baby. We need to move quickly, unless you want Mitch to find you like this. I have a feeling the moment he finds out I fucked his girl, your poor little pussy is going to get the brunt of the punishment.”

“I’m not his,” I insist, through laboured breaths, though it’s not entirely true. IamMitch’s, even if I’m Jasper’s right now.

“Fuck, I’d love to see this tight pussy stretched by both of us.

“Yes,” I breathe, the word slipping from me without shame.

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